The red berserker Spartacus was laughing like a child.
Note that this is not a grammatical error, but a factual statement. Spartacus' smile was pure, revealing a genuine joy from the inside out, without any of the complexity that an adult should have. It is no problem to say that he laughed like a child - even though this child weighed several hundred pounds, and even though this child's laughter did not sound that pleasant.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Amidst bursts of crazy laughter, the gladiators, like a collection of muscles, constantly shook the sky and the earth.
What shook the sky was undoubtedly laughter, and what shook the earth was the footsteps of great power. Perhaps influenced by the legends of his life, Spartacus had two huge lead balls tied to his feet when he was summoned. With every step he took, the lead balls would be lifted up by his powerful calves and land heavily on the ground.
The vibration and sound effects made him more oppressive and every time he appeared, he became earth-shattering, which could not be concealed no matter what. Of course, this man who was determined to defeat the oppressor never thought of hiding.
His life was just like his posture at this moment, identifying the oppressor and then rushing forward, either knocking the oppressor down or being knocked down.
Charge, charge, charge!
Those who got in the way were crushed by feet, chopped by swords, smashed by fists, and even swept by the dragging lead balls. No matter if it was the enemy's dragon tooth soldiers or our own puppets and androids, anything that got in the way would be crushed.
He relied on the instinct of a rebel and an unyielding person to move towards the person who stood at the pinnacle of power. It was this unconscious desire that attracted him to the most intense battle on this battlefield.
Smell it, hear it, see it, feel it.
That is the target that must be defeated. He is the person with the highest authority. It is for this reason that he endures humiliation and bears heavy burdens, acquiring some magic power to remain in the world.
However, just when he wanted to rush towards the target, to crush the figure with sword, fists, feet, head, teeth... using everything he had.
A huge, irresistible, and absolutely coercive magic bound his body and interfered with his actions. That was the power of the Command Spell that gave the Servants absolute command. Under the influence of this coercive force, even the indomitable gladiator Spartacus could hardly resist.
The Command Seals did not suppress Spartacus's desire to fight, they only limited the target and did not allow him to attack the black servants - it was not that Avisbronn did not want to further restrict the target, but Spartacus' spirit was too abnormal, and this was the limit of what a Command Seal could do.
Under the restrictions of the Command Spell, Spartacus had to give up his primary and most desired target, the Black Berserker Vlad III, who had brought him great humiliation, and instead directed his full rage and uncontrollable madness towards the Red Lancer Karna, who was confronting Vlad III with a spear.
"Death to all oppressors!"
Karna was well prepared. After all, Spartacus' presence was too strong, so strong that one didn't need to look to know what he was doing and how he would do it.
Karna displayed the "Uncrowned Martial Arts" naturally, and dodged to the side with erratic steps, a rare smile appearing on his indifferent face.
"I see. I apologize for my misunderstanding of your betrayal, Spartacus. You did not betray, you simply took on the role of a rebel, and that is the whole meaning of your existence!"
Hearing this comment, Spartacus laughed even louder and more happily. He continued to run forward like a human bomb, but no one dared to ignore the power contained in this bomb.
Not Karna, not Vlad III, not even Semiramis sitting in the sky.
"How dare you come here, you mad dog!"
The Assyrian Queen's slender eyes revealed an astonishing murderous intent. The magic that was stopped by Shirou finally got the chance to be released. Four spells that only existed in the Age of Gods were centered on the tip of the aerial garden, and they were launched up, down, left and right, one after another, radiating great magic-level attacks.
The first wave was still magic cannon, but this time it was not a range attack, but a precise point shot.
Four beams of magic power as thick as fingers shot out from the four corners of the diamond-shaped spell, aiming at Spartacus' limbs respectively.
The defenseless Spartacus was pierced by the magic cannon without any suspense. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
Seeing this, Semiramis nodded with satisfaction: "A mad dog should stay on all fours. Lancer, I will take care of this mad dog, and you can focus on dealing with Flanders III."
The latter sentence was sent out through the sound amplification magic and reached Karna's ears, causing Vlad III to stop his horse and look up at the sky courtyard again.
"learn."
The next second, the "Immortal Blade" turned into a golden stream of light and hit Vlad III directly.
Vlad III snorted coldly, and magical power as deep as the night swept across the battlefield. Hundreds of black rafters rose from the ground, forming a black torrent that collided head-on with the golden light.
"So, what should I do with you?"
In the courtyard, Semiramis turned off the amplification technique and held up his chin with his hand, looking at Spartacus, who was breathing heavily, with a joking look.
"I think you'd better not be careless, Masochist. No, Spartacus is not that easy to deal with. Be careful not to get into trouble."
Before Shirou's reminder was over, Spartacus's wound quickly stopped bleeding, and the color of the wound became darker and darker, finally turning into a disgusting color like a ripe persimmon.
In this strange change, the indomitable gladiator regained his strength, stood up from the ground, and threw the dagger in his hand.
"Hahahaha! And you, and you, you are also an oppressor standing at the top of power, and you are the one I must defeat."
"Look—"
Shirou spread his hands helplessly, and Shakespeare, who had run to his side at some point, shrugged and recited loudly.
"—the indomitable heroic posture; listen to the unyielding voice from the heart."
"Shut up!"
The Assyrian queen glared at the two talkative guys angrily, and then fired the magic cannon that had just stopped firing again.
Spartacus, who had already suffered a loss, was still not on guard. He allowed the purple magic power to wreak havoc on his body and continued to roar at the sky.
"Not enough! Not enough ahh ...
Faced with this provocation, Semiramis finally became really angry, and the other three spells began to work.
Among these, there is suppression magic that changes gravity and exerts heavy pressure on a range;
There is control magic that extends chains from space to precisely bind the enemy;
There was also a constant rain of lava that smelled of sulfur;
The demigod who once dominated an era finally showed her power as a top-level Servant.
So terrifying!